Shooting Range, Thursday Afternoon

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Wesley did not like his Thursday class. No, he did not. He did like shooting things, however. So that was where he could be found this Thursday, hitting the target every time and throwing in some show-offy maneuvers on occasion.

Another thing he did not like was being bad at stuff, which was unfortunate because today was to be the second session of his archery training with Katniss, and so far he was not particularly pleased with his performance in archery.

So he shot some stuff while he waited for Katniss.

[feel free to come in if you want! Heads up, I have class from 12:15 to 2:30, but I'll be on before and after. And oh man that time difference conversion was too much math for this early in the morning.]

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Main Campfire; Thursday Afternoon [ 07/22 ].

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Ariel had noooooo classes on Thursday, the day after her favorite classes, which weren't until after lunch, anyway, so she was still revelling a little in being gloriously lazy. Part of her felt that she didn't have time to be lazy about some things, but she was still trying that whole not trying so hard thing, which was yeilding about the same results as the trying hard had, only with far less bruises...

But, either way, she slept in and milled around the cabin a little before deciding she wanted to be out enjoying the fresh air and being social and enjoying other people.

Which was why she had plopped down by the main campfire, notebook in her hand for readily easy conversation should they occur. In the meantime, though, she was going to see if she couldn't put together some more poetry, since everyone had been telling her it was so brilliant.

"Seaweed," she mused on her paper, "may shift and move with the currents and tides
But my love for you stays steady in place..."

NICE!


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